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Winter tries to hang on
But spring has push it back
Flowers come in the crack
Nature intends to drawn
Like the colour of dawn
Nothing is white nor black

Some buds bloom, pink through green
River is soft, birds tweet
No more snow nor sleet
Buds on branches on scene
Enjoying like a queen
Everything is so sweet

Crocuses and tulips
Daffodils and snowdrops
Pop up like lollipops
Colours like some makeups
Petals burst out in cups
Waking up all the crops

The rain and sunshine come
Time to sound the drum
Kingfisher, loon, swallow
Spring is here – hurrah!

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/03/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-222/

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221

Uncle stared upon the blocks
The symbols all to him were lost
Uncle never learned to read
Mattered not my Uncle Sweet

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #221

Words without feelings

A body without a soul

Just blocks of letters

misunderstood snows
preserving not destroying
life’s unsung lover

The winter ice melts and these dark thoughts thaw.
Cold footsteps embrace emancipated earth.
We have waded knee-deep through time’s frozen paths
In days so long, and nights that seem to never end.
To find this place where crystals gleam in green rebirth-
The drip and drop of hope,
The trickle of new beginnings.

cold’s molten portends
nature’s prisms refract futures
on the cusp of Spring

These paths be lonely, these paths be watched.
The destination must fuel the journey
And yet to skulk to an end, is to taint end’s reward
To sour the sweetness of memory, and to blight the lessons learnt.
So dance the path to dreams, and sing your jig of hope
Sing that we may find you, dance like Russians old
Making memories, meeting…

Away from the mediocrity of life

the call of nature tugs my nomadic heart

to tread the lonely path, deep into the unblemished locales.

I escape from the ordinary,

letting the wings of freedom carry me into the wilderness.

Tall primeval trees stand on snow clad ground

whispering stories of silent loneliness.

In isolation of my sanctuary, feelings pour out,

the letters soak in the essence of nature’s hues

thaw those emotions on to the paper.

 I script the trail of my journey, the wanderlust tales!

Sadje’s WDYS prompt

Reena’s Xploration Challenge prompt 221

My second cross-continental collaboration with artist, Suzanne Starr.

This story was inspired by Suzanne’s drawing which I saw on my LinkedIn feed. Once again, I found the images of her characters so compelling that I had to write their story.

You can find more of Suzanne’s artwork at www.suzannestarart.com – do check it out!

‘He’s Back’ charcoal drawing by Suzanne Starr*

Part of my Flash Fiction collection

He’s Back

‘That’s a pretty dress, Miss Clara,’ said the Stork, as the little girl approached him. ‘Oh, but you look sad on your birthday. Why?’ She is so tall now, he thought.

‘I wish I could just fly away like you do,’ Clara looked up at him with her large brown eyes.

‘What’s wrong, Miss Clara? You have a lovely home with people who care for you. Why are you unhappy?’

‘It’s just that I feel like…

Life is like a game of scrabble,

You pick dares, you want to dabble,

A mix of consonants and vowels, in good measure,

To script your life, as you desire,

Words like, ‘courage’, ‘integrity’, ‘resilience’, ‘loyalty’,

Mould character, to rise to challenges, victoriously.

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Arranging the blocks and alphabets frantically 
She wants to create order out of disorder 
Harmony is important to her, perhaps too much
Her mind rebels at the suggestion of disarray 
When her own life lays in shambles, broken
And she cannot arrange it into a neat pattern
She appeases her inner turmoil by creating 
Order in the external environment around her

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This week we give you two images. You can choose any one or both, and base your piece on whatever comes to mind.

Written for RXC #221, hosted by Reena

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